He stared hard into her cell, seeing nothing in the deep blackness. "We are leaving," he answered simply without feeling.

Her brows furrowed as she thought of how. "Your burglar," she said with a small smile as she thought of Bilbo.

It did not escape him that she said your rather than our; she knew she no longer a member of their company, a thought that may have saddened him if her other skin was not the creature it was. "You will remain here," he said callously, hoping to hurt her as she had him. He had grown to care for her in his own way.

"I am fortunate you are letting me live," she finished for him, having known he would not have her now. Her heart grew heavy. Not just that he was leaving, but that she would remain in this cage.

It surprised him that she knew, that she was not cursing him for openly leaving her. She surprised him again when she stepped as close to the bars as she could and he could see her. She truly was beautiful, even if she was not human. He could see that her dress was barely hanging from her shoulders and he thought of the wings painted on her back.

…

"I do not trust her Gandalf," Thorin told the wizard sternly, the woman having come with Gandalf when he returned in time to save them from the trolls.

"She is a friend to me and she has offered to aid you so long as you need it," Gandalf said crossly. "She is not accompanying you."

Thorin sighed though it sounded more a growl. "With you or not matters little, she will be my responsibility. And I do not need another person to protect," he said refusing.

Gandalf looked down at the dwarf king irritated. "She does not ask nor require your protection. I am telling you I will need her and you will just have to take my word on that," he said trying to keep his head. "Now, can she accompany me?"

…

He had begrudgingly agreed, though with the threat of leaving her behind should she become a burden. It was not long after that, and Radagast the Brown who she knew as well, the howling of a warg was heard. And it was only a short while after that she proved how great of an ally she could be.

Thorin noticed that the wargs warily approached the woman, racing toward her with the means of attack; only to catch wind of her and almost pause. That was all it took for her to launch herself at them and drive her sword through their bellies. As much as he mistrusted her and her strange golden eyes, she was useful in battle.

Her use was proven even greater when she killed a warg seconds before it took his head off. It had surprised him, one had charged from the front and the other from behind. He had turned after killing the first to see the warg's horrifyingly gaping mouth only inches from his face. And then a flash of a sword and the warg was dead, the woman standing at his side. And then they both had run toward where Gandalf was urging them.

…

They had been given rooms, which the dwarves refused and instead stayed on a balcony, and food in Rivendell. She had been granted her own room and given a dress to wear until hers was cleaned. Dawn was hours off when he went to her room, telling her to prepare herself to depart – unhappy with being told she would accompany them even if Gandalf wasn't – for they were leaving in less than an hour's time.

But she had already known, her ears catching the dwarves' words as they spoke on the balcony next to hers. And so when Thorin entered her room he came upon her changing into her own dress. He was left immobile at the sight of her golden skin in the pale moonlight, of the dark markings on her back.

She had not taken much note of the footfalls, instead waiting for the knock on her door that never came. But she heard the unsheathing of a sword and she felt it's cool tip prick the skin over her spine. She released her hold on her black dress, preparing herself to attack if need be.

He had been questioning her humanity since the warg's reactions. Now, staring at the painted wings on her back – which were so similar to those of a dragon – he knew she was not merely human. All the proof he should have needed he saw when she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder; her yellow eyes glinting in the dim light.

"Turn around," he ordered, wondering if there were any other markings. There weren't. Instead he was left facing her, his eyes level with her uncovered breasts. The fact that she was unclothed would have meant nothing to him in light of the wings on her back, but she was beautiful and he was still a man.

He chastised himself for the quickening of his heart, for the pulsing of his blood in compromising places. He kept his sword aimed at her heart as he backed toward the door. "I think it is best you remain here," he told her before he left, leaving her and her tantalizingly naked skin behind.

She didn't of course, she joined Gandalf when he returned to the Company; in fact she flew him, for he knew the dwarves were being held by the goblins in the mountains. And though he would never admit it aloud, Thorin had been grateful to see her.

…

"Gandalf warned you against telling me," Thorin said having figured out why she had not told him she was a skin changer. He stared at her in the dim light, hardly able to see more than the outline of her face. "Do you still wish me luck?" he asked, calling to mind their last parting words from in the woods.

She stepped even closer,wrapping her hand around one of the wooden bars. "I wish you all the happiness this world has to offer you," she answered honestly.

He had stood in front of her no more than two minutes, his heart had been blackened toward her but after such a short time she had softened it. "I have no doubt you will find a way out," he said making her smile softly. "But if we were cross paths again in this lifetime," he said leaving his threat to hang. He had forgiven her once, he would not again; not even if he did care for her.

She sighed softly knowing he would loathe the beast she was for the end of his days; something that greatly hurt her. But she was surprised at the feel of his lips on her hand before he stepped back.

And then she took a breath. "You must leave," she said quickly. "Go to the others and make haste."

Thorin cast a last look at her, wondering what she had smelled, before he ran further through the caves to the beginning of the river. What he would learn in only minutes was that she had smelled orcs, one in particular.

So this is it for her time with the Company before they were captured by the elves. I won't go into any of the details of her time with Thorin and Co. but I will say they did come to care for her. And her and Thorin had come to care for each other after Beorn's, mostly in Mirkwood during the two weeks (about) they were walking through. I also probably won't go into her time with Smaug much anymore either, unless anyone really wants me to. Cause I'm be fine with that, I like the idea of doing two dragons.